He Worked the Oracle.
He had a back load of feather-dusters as he rang the door bell, and when a woman opened the door about two inches and said, that nothing was wanted he inquired: " Madam, you will kindly inform me who lives next door ? " " Next door ?" she queried, coming out on the step. " Why it's a new family, and I don't remember the name." " Lady puts on a good deal of style, doesn't she?" " Rather." " I thought so. That's the way with that sort of people; they put it all on their backs. I. asked her if she didn't want a duster to dust off her upholstered furniture and bric-a-brac, and she slammed the door in my face. She didn't have any to dust, you see. People who have plush furniture and articles of vertu and taste always want my goods. Pleasant day, madam." " Y-e-s. What did you say the price was?" " Seventy-five cents, madam, and the woman next door is peering through the parlour blinds at us." "Is she ? Well, I'll take one, and if there should be any other invention to dust bric-a-brac and oil paintings you might call around. You may also bring me a box of polish for my silverware."—American paper.
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Otago Witness, Issue 1813, 20 August 1886, Page 35
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206He Worked the Oracle. Otago Witness, Issue 1813, 20 August 1886, Page 35
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